The Northern Sword God
The Willow Forest
In that scarlet-red world, time is slow. So slow that anyone would think in that place the time has stopped. As far as the eye can see, only a stretch of red sand that sometimes hurts the eye.
Sometimes a little entertainment will be in the show of the strange nature when the rose petals floated in the wind, beautiful as dancing. So slowly time passed, that the fallen flower petals did not quickly experience aging, became weathered and then vanished into ashes.
The man's body was in the lotus position, motionless. From the bark of rose petals that stockpiled his body, so high as to reach more than half the body, it can be estimated that the man had been sitting in silence for a long time - meditating on something.
That young man was Sima Yong. He had spent a very long time in an attempt to break through to become an expert at the Crossing Immortal realm - he had traveled the path of absorbing the power from the Dragon Relic.
And as 'The Guardian' has explained - for the shortcut to becoming an expert called Crossing Immortal, it is not an easy job. It would take ten to twenty years to be able to break through from the realm of the Crossing Immortal Quasi, becoming a fully Crossing Immortal realm expert.
There was a very deep and wide difference between a quasi or half step, if it was taught to fully Cross the Immortal.
Fortunately, something that was originally considered calamity now brings wisdom. In that Border Realm he eroded the twenty years of breaking through, becoming like two months in that red-colored World.
"That red rose, you can utilize as a catalyst to bypass to the Immortal Crossing Realm.
The rose plant is deliberately cutaneous not without any purpose.
Since the beginning of those roses being present to this world, he had absorbed the remnants of the energy of thousands of profound practitioners who had been lifeless there.
When you consume one rose per day, the percentage of you to break down your mortal remnant fortress in that quasi realm, will increase even more to be called half immortal" said the old man called the Guard.
Sima Yong became very grateful. Cultivating in this Red Realm, in addition to slashing time, he was also like in the award of the matchless gift of the Firmizi Rose.
Such a long time passed had also changed the young man's appearance. Although age does not seem to change - like two months of development, but the growth of hair, beard and mustache has markedly adorned the face of youth.
As a result, in addition to his growing character, at a glance when seeing his appearance; moustache and beard like that, people will find it difficult to recognize him if he is Sima Yong. He even looks like a Begawan - a Sage.
"Four Twenty years in this Red Border World, and my dantian has been turbulent. Soon my dantian fortress will be uncovered, a half-immortal world before the eyes" the young man's inner self. His lips curled - he smiled gleefully.
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The Western Silver Continent.
The time established in accordance with the agreement between the Eastern Empire and its alliance of the Western Region, against the Northern Region had been four months. There were still eight months left according to the schedule set at that time - in the Cursed Desert.
Meanwhile the Demon Clan in the West of Benus Silver was getting more and more prominent and domineering. They feel so powerful that they do not shy about making themselves the leaders of all Western sects and practitioners. Many young geniuses of various sects and clans were obliged to join the Dry Land Domain where the Demon Clan Leader was residing.
If the geniuses were men, then they would be made bodyguards or Assassins who served as spies or mysterious assassins of the clan.
If the geniuses were a woman, then in addition to being made as a bodyguard or assassin, the general of the women would be made a slave to the lust of the clan leader.
It was fortunate that the demon clan higher-ups liked and proposed the genius girls of the human race as a dual cultivation couple, instead of being wives. If it was no longer useful and all pure air was exhausted in absorption, that female genius would vanish her existence. In the slaughter ! That's the news going around.
The demon clan adores power and men are considered to be sunbers of strength. So that when the girls of the human race give birth to baby girls, then without mercy the babies will be executed.
It is different if the human race girl gives birth to a baby boy. The status of the human race girl can increase by being appointed as a concubine.
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On a clear day, the sun shines on the world. The Willow trees in the forest all swayed happily. The trunk that winds in the autumn wind makes the trunk of a tree called a widow's tree look like slender-waisted dancing girls swaying to the wind like a drummers.
A man in modest-looking clothes, a tunic and a gray-colored robe who, though old-looking, was actually originally made from expensive and rare fabrics. He was walking in the forest of Willow in the western region.
Her face was so pure white luminous that her hair glittered like unattached silver. The silver hair was left dangling like a waterfall. Mustaches and beards adorn the look that makes the look of a clean and young parachute feel like a wise man resembling the care of an old man.
His mouth was unceasingly singing or chanting poetry wise words. He just walked on foot like an ordinary mortal. Not riding a carriage let alone a magical spirit beast that only wealthy people or top-ranked practitioners had.
There was not the slightest aura emanating like someone training themselves in the path of immortality. The man looked nothing like a practitioner or cultivator who could read the level of his cultivation realm. He was like a simple wise ascetic.
Duk - duk -duk !
Srek - srek - srek !
The sound of feet hitting the ground, running in a hurry. The man was a twenty-one-year-old girl, who was seen holding one baby - wrapped in swaddling diapers, stumping through the bushes among the Willow trees. His movements were so fast, they flashed like the wind.
Meanwhile from his back, there was the sound of flute blowing a strange rhythmic song that made the feeling vibrate in a sense of uneasiness and emptiness.
There were times when the sound of the flute was able to make the girl holding the baby stop, he said, it was as if he was hypnotized for a while - yet then forced himself to run again after his concentration was able to repel soul attacks from the flute's puff.
Duar - duar - duar !
Often the sound of the flute causes an explosion on the ground, making the 'Fly on the Grass' running technique the girl becomes defiled - she falls and stands up and runs back.
"Help me" the girl fell down for the umpteenth time trying to protect the baby from being knocked down when he fell.
The girl's gaze was like that of a desperate person, staring full of frightened shadows looking up for help towards the gray-clothed man.
"Please take this baby away. Far away from here" his voice trembled.
"Let me stop all my pursuers. I beg Mr. Sapita ..!" the more panicked the young woman was, her face was extremely poignant full of demand. He even thrust out a bag full of Energy Stones that felt heavy...
"Watch this compensation for the kindness of Lord Sage to hide my son" this voice became a cry.
Not to mention that the ascetic man agreed to the young woman's request, knowing that the sound of the flute was getting louder, so loud and felt to contain killing energy, he said, to the extent that the willow tree trunk is increasingly winding like a dance of death.
The woman screamed "He has come !" his face was desperate. He felt that the sound of the flute caused the effect of the heart pounding timidly.
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